About this story
A storm drives your ship past any coast on the map, and a hermit sends you into a forbidden wood, where a dwarf and a cold mistress keep a maid who is plainly not free. When a jealous prince claims the house as his own, the maid pulls you into the trees ahead of an arrow, into a wood the dwarf calls his mistress's alone.
How it opens
Walter's WifeThis prosperous house has become a storehouse for everything we refuse to say.
Walter's WifeTake another voyage if trade pleases you more than the truth inside this room.
I know your heart has gone elsewhere, but accusation will not bring it back.
On the quay, you saw a yellow-clad dwarf followed by a grave lady and a sorrowful maiden.
Bartholomew GoldenThree strangers can vanish easily when dockworkers dislike a gentleman's question.
Bartholomew GoldenA vision is poor cargo, son, but perhaps the sea can price it.